Everybody let's hold hands
And move on to the promised land
When we reach the Preacher's tent
Tell me all this was a
stupid accident
One by one our minds are scanned
Lying, for us is strictly banned
Just then I deliver those promising
lies
Soon I'm left to be idolized
Try to keep a lock on my tongue
Still keep lying like the ones I'm among
My medications,
they're supposed to help
Yeah, they aid me through the lies I must tell
Then comes the 31st of December
Something I can
remember
It's the day I make all those promises
That I break in the coming year
